additional.

really really really really

wishing i was back in liverpool.

[even though the reds have kindasorta let me down this season...yipes.]

i'm just really really craving the pool.

egads, i miss england so.

but, srsly, damn you, history channel! the beatles wack about twelve-hundred of my heartstrings with great reason!

today was.

man in trench coat outside gas station at 8:30am staring at a redbox [for image, british listeners may refer to James Eldridge in Spaced episode 'Chaos']

fixing all the technical problems in the show in one fell swoop and spazzing in front of surprisingly tall house staff member.

classic 'kids say the darndest things moments' in a mansion during a ballet.

sky bar face stuffage while crossing pell bridge, getting an array of coinage ready for the toll.

freeze dried strawburries 'n homemade chicken cord'on bleu.

petting kitten in front of wood stove.

gin 'n chocolate! and song.

why does so much of my life involve music & food & booze. is this ancient greece? where's a dionysian festival when i need it.

everyone gets lost in their own fog [see: monsters of folk]

I feel like graduation has been six months away for the past six months.

Figuring out how to daisy chain a crap-ton [when no other word describes it] of cable to plug into two dimmers and make light-up Christmas shrubberies work in a cue: Rather Fulfilling. Leave me alone in a room with edison to stagepin adapters, stagepin jumpers, edison extensions, and all of those sorts, I'm a happy camper.

Additional: Models have never made me hate my body. Ballet dancers on the other hand, make me want to hide away in shame. Their bodies are works of art. I mean, sketchers 'n painters would get a kick out of my cury-curves and plumpy rear, but those gals are where it's at. I'd like to say It's not fair, but I guess I shouldn't have quit ballet after failing the Cinderalla's Mice scene when I was five. The day I realised I was destined to be the artist, not the figure.

It just really is fascinating how no matter how we fight it, our life is easily traced back to childhood. Every inch of it. And the story goes on.

lstnup.

Finding people in this vicinity or, evidently, at this time in life, or, perhaps, these groups of people, who appreciate my findings is rather difficult. Specific example: Trailer for the documentary about the Rock-afire Explosion at Showbiz Pizza Palace. Both genius, and hilarious.

Friends: Thought it was just weird, and diverted my interwebs more toward videos of laughing babies. I sound a Yawp of Disgust.

Well. What I do not appreciate is riveting throughout the morning directly below my window. Why they do this early in the morning rather than the afternoon when I'm barricaded in the theatre until well past dark is beyond me.

Install: Fire Hydrant.

FYI

a love letter

to my halo3 boxershorts,

You have treated me well for a pair of men's cotton shorts. I love the irony of your violent subject matter compared to the lifestyle I enjoy when I'm wearing you. When you're gracing my bum, I enjoy the wildest of music rampages, finding everything from the mellowest of indie sopsops to the most eclectic Urban feel the Outfitters blog can supply me with. When I'm wearing you, dinner seems unnecessary! I'd rather plow forth!With my favourite beverages, with kettle by kettle of tea, or bottle by bottle of my best beers, or even delicious sip upon sip of a golden flow of whiskey. I'd rather laugh and lie and tickle my solitude with every emotion I could hide inside this white and undercrowded box.

Tonight, I swear, because of you, beloved boxers, I remembered how much I loved The Pogues when I was but a confused teenaged girl from the forests, and how much I loved to make films! About anything! For any reason! Tonight, I used the word 'Bangarang' at least once. And I discovered the likes of really great artists and bands, including but certainly not limited to Luke Top, Warpaint, Dead Man's Bones, Life In Film, Egyptian Hip Hop, Sophie Madeleine, Hope Sandoval & the Warm Inventions...plus fantastic music videos, including one with a walking wishbone pulling a unicycle-like machine behind it. Wow, wow, shawts! I'm impressed.

Dearest boxers, maybe you have nothing at all to do with this heated evening spent at my freshly sorta-cleaned desk! But it's been exciting and fruitful and now, I must relent to re-watch the fantastic film 'Capote' for my Screenwriting class. Alas.

Thank you.

holy crap capote..

So I'm watching 'Gilmore Girls' [what of it! I have no shame!] and there was gigantic truss in the background and this is what I was noticing rather than the drama of the episode. Yo. What've I become.

Also:

I agree with this. I agree with this completely.

Back to Capote.

Clean Bedroom..

Eight packs of Trident gum in Jack Daniels tin. Seven Rosco and Apollo gel samplers in Halo 3 tin. A couple broken guitar strings, some dead batteries, and an empty beer bottle in the little white bin in which my sister delivered me some really awesome external computer speakers. Wrenches, belts, and scarves hanging off of thumb tacks.

I feel like my Sculpture professor would have been proud of this inspired form of organisation. Pretty sure he'd say it's Groovy.

Lets see what would happen if I attacked the kitchen!

In completely other news, I feel I need to stop doing my impression of Leeloo in 'the Fifth Element' trying to say 'playyyyzhaaaalp' because no one gets it, ever, and it rarely makes sense. But it's one of the few impressions I do that I think is pretty spot on. Alas!

christmas?

Neko Case recorded on this supposed [yes, real] ATHF Christmas album. I'm not sure if there's any way to react but, awesome? I guess? I love both of those things so, okay.

Today, we bought 99cent stockings with which we are going to make a family Christmas card and by family, I mean me and my flatmates, posed in front of our new fake fireplace. Shh. It's a secret.

But, srsly, really, Christmas? It seems impossible. Early. Really, really early.

Travis is a funny name I haven't thought of in a while. As is Gregor.